Saturday, November 6, 2010

Child of the Trees

I have always felt the living presence of trees.
The forest that calls to me as deeply as I breathe,
As though the woods were marrow of my bone,
As though I myself were a tree.

From the poem: The Presence of Trees, by Michael S. Glaser

1 comment:

  1. This picture is so beautiful! It looks like the perfect autumn day.


Thank you so much for your kind words :)


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